St. Paul daily globe. [volume] (Saint Paul, Minn.) 1884-1896, 1887-06-26

genuine healthy boy fashion.
They dou't play hockey, ring door
bells at night, go swimming on Sundays,
or seek out other and comparatively in
nocent outlets for their superabundance
of exuberance. Nowadays their ambitions
ing to be an omnibus driver or cow
boy. Instead of longing for their first
pair of boots they want to take a
promenade on the avenue, or go to the
opera. The good old days when boys
used to rob birds nests are past, the
halcyOn times of 'ichaw beef'' and ''P.
L. more YETI have gone by. Our boys
of to-day are dudes at fourteen and old
men at thirty. They smoke cigarettes
and understand scandals, when they
should be INDUCING in the recreation of
''prisoner's base" A boy of twelve a
few weeks ago was sent to mail
on a New York bank. He opened
the letter, induced another boy to forge
an Endorsement, and the two went to
several stores and tried to get the draft
cashed. but their youth created suspi-
clOn and they were arrested. just think
of it! And there are thousands of men
who would not know, without being
told, how to indorSe draft. Let the
boys play ball and run, fight, but do not
try to make them well-behaved hypo-
critics and cheats. Cultivate and foster
the boyish spirits and don't try to make
them men before they are old enough
to wear pants. Keep alive the spirit
of mischief which recently saved
boys life and brought him
through an attack of typhoid fever
after the physicians had given
him up for lost. The angel child was
lying in couch surrounded by a group
of SympathiZing watchers who had came
in to sustain his widowed mother in her
hour of sad affection, as she saw her
| only son pass away from this life. He
lay back ON his pillow, wan and weary,
his eyes half closed. Suddenly the Sun
day voices came floating through the
open window. The angel child half
raised himself from his bed. There was
wild, almost yearning look in his eyes.
He is in the agony of DEATH" muir
INJURED one OF the watchers,as she turned
groaned his mother, ..can'tI do any
thing for you?" Still the boy
half sat up in bed, as he
drank in the scene which was transpir-
| ing in the back yard-a cat was on the
fence, while crowd of boys with dog
were yelling on the other side, ''Where'S
my pistol? give her to me quick" called
out the apparently dying youth. 1t was
produced, hesitatingly, and found to
contain load of powder and old nails,
| placed in it years before.
The fond mother glanced inquiringly
at the faces of her companions. One
said: "Give it to him. It's the last
thing he'll ever ask We for ag'in."
'An' what will We be doin' with the
pistil, son?" Queried the mother as she
reached for the weapon.
pets" eyes kindled with a fresh
! light, as he exclaimed:
SCI me that pistil. The Dutch gro
ceryman'S old Tom cat, the one that
knocked the eye out O. my Towser. is a.
| sittin' on the back fence. Gil me that
| pistil and I'll blow the ear often 'im.''
Then he grabbed the ''pistil," took a
| quick aim and fired.
When the smoke lifted in the room
| Pet was seen lying near the door. The
big pistol had kicked him out of his cot.
Looking out of the window, the watch
| as if it had been struck with grape-shot.
and on the top of another fence several
yards away stood a dazed cat minus a
tail, while a German grOceryman stand
ing near by parted the scenery with his
| geSticulating arms and hurled solid
chunks of profanity at the window of
''Pet'S'' room. His remarks seemed to
revive the lad, for he staggered to his
| cot, went through pantOmimic per-
Torrance with his extended fingers and
then fell back thoroughly exhausted.
"Pet" did not die. gentle reader. The
| kick OF the horse pistol seemed to act as
tonic. He lived, and now he is mayor
| of Minneapolis.